After getting knocked up, I of course quit drinking for enough time that after giving birth, half a glass of wine would, well, knock me out completely, to the extent that I really wasn't able to enjoy the wine at all. Like, I'd be asleep before I finished my supper. It was kind of pathetic and I didn't think it was worth the half glass of wine, particularly as I was still working and in need of every faculty I could muster after being a full-time milkmaid. (Not that I wasn't secretly slightly nostalgic when my kid basically weaned himself and never looked back. But that's a topic for ... never. Not that I wouldn't love to talk about it, but I respect your boundaries and all.)

However! Now that that I am a full-time parent, it turns out that I have plenty of time and reason to enjoy a cocktail or three as soon as the 5 o'clock hour strikes, and suddenly, before I could even say "Hello, 1998 to 2006!", my tolerance is way up again! Ironic that being a parent does that to you. I mean, me.